While the Hornbill Festival is undoubtedly a good time to get a feel for Nagaland, the locals tell us that we would have a better time if we came in spring and didn’t cause so many traffic jams on their roads. Given that their roads are small, winding and everyone has a craze for SUVs, this suggestion is probably one I’ll take the next time I visit.
What stood out in Nagaland was the quality of their silence. It’s peaceful, contemplative and seems perfect when you gaze into the unending green hills and valleys.
Their love for flora is unmatched! Every single home, small dwelling, has planters and pots overflowing with blossoms and greens. Almost all the homes have a creeper or five draped over their roofs or climbing up via trellises and finding pumpkins squatting on doorsteps or squashes resting on rooftops is par for course!
The Northeastern part of India is still largely undiscovered, despite the increased footfalls over the years. A part of me wishes it stays that way to preserve their ways of life and customs.
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 
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